北风吹,雪花飘,屋里屋外天寒地冻。突然,由远及近,一阵锣鼓喧天,小村一年一度的秧歌会已经激情上演了。我一个人正躲在屋里啃食苦闷,却被热心的邻居张三拽了去,要我陪他一起去看大秧歌,也好散散心。张三是我的好朋友,看到我被失落的情感煎熬着,很是着急,总陪着我解闷。此起彼落的唢呐声中,穿着色彩艳丽秧歌服的男女老幼踩着欢快的鼓点,扭得正欢, North wind blowing, snow floating, outside the house cold outside. Suddenly, from far and near, a burst of gongs and drums, the annual village Yangge will have been passionately staged. I am a man hiding in the house eating depressed, but was enthusiastic neighbor Zhang San pulled away, asked me to accompany him to see the yangko, but also scattered. Zhang San is my good friend, see I was the emotion of the loss of suffering, it is hurry, always with me relieved. Snarling from the sound of the sound, dressed in colorful Yangko clothing men and women and children stepping on the merry drums, twisted right joy,